Take good care of Joanna
Lindsay: I�m not Joanna. Nora: Right. Lindsay: Oh, you don�t believe me? You believe me, don�t you Troy? (Troy comes face to face with her REALLY close and then he walks away with silence, concerned about his hand.) Lindsay: Come on, you know this painting has nothing to do with what happened between us. Nora: Oh, Lindsay, it everything does have to do with you and you see to it that it does. A painting, this is a portrait of a woman who was betrayed, destroyed, hurt by a man who claimed to love her. Lindsay: �Joanna� not Lindsay. Nora: Right, �Joanna� IS Lindsay. Lindsay: Well, that�s your interpretation. Nora: Hmm. Lindsay: Troy is educated enough to know what the painting really is. Why don� you tell Nora what Joanna actually means to you. (commercial) Lindsay: You understand that I donated �Joanna� to the clinic with only the best of intentions, don�t you? (Troy opens his mouth to speak; Nora interrupts.) Nora: Right Lindsay, please. Lindsay: I did. Joanna�s gonna be the gift that keeps on giving and hopefully, in time, will increase in value. You do believe me, don�t you, Troy? Troy: Whatever, you say, Lindsay. It was a very generous gift and I�ll make sure you receive a formal thank-you from Claire and the board of directors. Lindsay: Oh, no, you don�t have to do that. You don�t---you don�t have to thank me. �Joanna� is my way of showing that I want to bury the hatchet. Because that�s what I want to do; I want to pick it up and bury it. Nora: I know just where I�d like to bury it. (Witty or what?) Lindsay: You still don�t believe that I�m not �Joanna�, huh? Nora: In a word, no way. Lindsay: And I think that one day, that�s gonna make crystal clear to you. Nora: And I think that one day, you�ll be back in Statesville where you belong. (More witty.) (Troy, too weak and too afraid to battle back, refuses to make eye contact with Lindsay nor Nora, yet he runs his hand down the length of her shoulder and stares at his feet as he begs Nora in whisper) Troy: Just� let go. Let her go� Lindsay: Thank you, Troy. Well, time flies when you�re having fun and I�d better get back to the gallery and get back to work. It was great spending time with you again (She turns around to look at Emily and turns back to Troy) Oh! Congratulations. You take good care of Joanna. I know you wouldn�t want anything to happen to her. (She leaves.) Nora: How come you let her get away with that? (He turns around and doesn�t answer; his blue eyes are closed and he�s licking his lower lip.) (Next scene. He�s walking towards the painting and staring at it) Nora: You didn�t believe all that slop she was shoveling did you? Troy: No. Nora: Then why didn�t you tell HER to shovel it? Troy: Because I�m not gonna, I�m not gonna stoop to her level, Nora. Okay? There�s nothing Lindsay can do to hurt us. Nora: Nothing except bringing up your past! Troy: � What�s that supposed to mean? Nora: Well, your past with her! Troy: Look Nora--- it doesn�t matter, okay? Let�s---Lindsay�s out of our lives, alright? And she�s already done her worst. Nora: Yeah, and failed. Troy: That�s right. So why don�t we just forget about all this? Why won�t you get back to Keri and Antonio�s party and have some fun? Nora: No, I could stay. Troy: It�s no bother. The party�s already over. Besides if I don�t get back to my patients, the DeVil Biss people are going to change their mind about that grant. Nora: Well, I�d like to see them try. I�ll sue them for breach of promise. I�m so proud of you. (She caresses his cheek. *sigh*) Troy: You see? Nora: Hmm? Troy: Now that�s all I care about. Nora: How�s your hand? Troy: Oh, it�s fine. It�s fine, just a little cut. (Liar. He�s just trying to look like a MAN in front of his woman, hee hee.) Nora: It was your day� and Lindsay had to ruin it. Troy: Hey, come on, you�re giving her far too much credit. Nothing can be ruined as long as I have you. Alright, now why don�t you head on back to Keri and Antonio and do me a favor. Give them my best, will you? Give them my best. Please. Nora: Okay. Troy: Alright. (He kisses her.) Nora: See you later. (Kisses her again.) Troy: You can count on it. Nora: Bye. Troy: Bye (she leaves) (Troy takes a slow breath and creepy once again, eerie piano please. He slowly grabs the painting and holds it. Emily gathers around the painting beside him.) Emily: So how are you really doing? (There�s a very long chilling silence and suddenly Troy slams his fist through the painting and slaps it heavily onto the table. The secretary in the back was frightened by the loud bang and so is Emily who sprung a step backwards and covered her mouth from screaming. He continues staring at the haunting picture that doesn�t want to go away.) (Lindsay is in her gallery and lifts a glass of champagne.) Lindsay: To the power of art. (She drinks it. Well, I guess art does have power, including a work of art like her.) (There�s a knock on the door and Jen comes in. I skipped the conversation. In short, Jen tells her mom about how she trapped Natalie into being the maid of honor and Lindsay reminds her that revenge is a dangerous game. Jen assures her mom that she learns from the best and that she�ll be careful.) Troy: Lindsay knows about Joanna. Emily: Maybe not. I mean, if she knew then wouldn�t she just come right out and say so? Troy: No, not when she can play her STUPID little games! Emily: �Joanna� I-it is a common name. Maybe it really WAS a common coincidence. Troy: And what if it wasn�t Emily? Huh? Emily: Then why don�t you take away her power? Why don�t you tell Nora about Joanna, yourself? Troy: If you knew how Joanna died, you�d know why. (Emily stares in confusion.) (Next scene) Emily: Wh-what do you mean I don�t know how Joanna died. You told me the whole story. (Guessed wrong, honey.) Didn�t you, Troy? Troy: �Yeah, I just--- (scratches back of head) Lindsay�s gotten me so mad that I can�t even think straight. Emily: Troy, I�m your sister, (Pretty guitar music plays) and I�m on your side no matter what. Troy: I know you are. (He removes a strand of hair off of Emily�s face.) Emily: Just like you�ve always been on mine. So, what are we going to do with Lindsay Rappaport? Troy: I don�t know. My gut tells me to confront her. But what if you�re right? What if it�s just some kind of weird coincidence? What if I�m tipping her off, then? Knowing Lindsay, she�d just start digging until she DID find something. Emily: But maybe if you don�t confront her, you can�t make sure of what she knows. Troy: Sure I can. Sure I can, and I know exactly how. (Episode ends)
